Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.